Attitudes.

The moon sheds soft and silver light
upon the newly fallen snow
A master piece for our delight.
The city folk will never know.

The snow that falls on city streets.
Is all too soon polluted by
the footprints left by passing feet.
In cities different rules apply.

Country folk accept the snow
They know there’s little they can do
but wait. In time the snow must go.
Something to look forward to.